Given that it would take a fully grown man either a day or two to go insane, you might think, that means the red thinking blob would be insane given its current situation. You sir are correct since I am insane since I started to twitch and spiked up in a matter of minutes during my 3rd week being held in a cube prison. I think I might have developed an insane phase or a period. What's that word for something that would happen every hour or so for specific people?
Never mind that, anyway. The reason for this was not the constant tapping or the eyes that broke my mind, but in a sense, it still is in some sense. It was the isolation that I had to endure.
For the past 3rd week I had to go to "sleep" each night but that wasn't me sleeping that was just my mind telling me I was sleeping since I am an odd flesh slime, but that's the thing even though I feel like I have the senses of a human being even though I am not a human being. That can only mean that my mind is just lying to itself and forcing me to see my new body as similar to a human's even though it's not.
...Am I an idiot or insane?! ...maybe both! I don't know at this point.
Does monologuing count as being insane? Also, why am I talking to myself about this?!
What even am I?! wait that's a stupid question why did I even ask it?!
With my lapse of judgment, I ram myself into the wall again, and instantly I could feel my gelatinous body being shocked snapping me out of my insane phase. Slithering towards the middle like what would always happen to me I sat there absentmindedly just looking through the glass and sighing mentally.
Once again I hate my new life and this cage from time to time.
Well at least I can see what is happening every time I would go sane. Mind you it would get stale every time I gaze around the place given the fact that I go anywhere.
The Lab or what seems to be a Lab looks pristine kinda like those well-looked and well-cared labs, with the hint of something like a display room. Well, the display part was that there are a few preserved creatures in glass containers ranging from a foot tall to a few meters tall like say a giraffe tall. Well given that the thing inside it was some sort of green-skinned humanoid creature I could safely say it's an orc. The rest I think is a horned rabbit, a winged snake, some mushrooms with stubby legs, and anything I could see.
Judging from this I could safely say that I am in a Fantasy World, or something close to it since I cannot be sure if this is just a Sci-fi world that creates fantasy creatures or anything similar to it.
Also, human beings live in this world judging by the similar shape, structure, and, attitudes like that of a human in my previous life. There are also a few rare beings I was able to see like say, like Dwarves, Elves, and many more beings that I deduced are living in this world.
Of course, there are a few fantasy creatures like the elves I think looked at me in disgust. The Dwarves just look on intrigued, one even tapped at my prison. The other races just either take a look at me, tap at my prison, look at me like some piece of food, etc.
...Looking back I am starting to get worried about my safety. Well, the safety of both my new body and mind even though my mind is already broken and my body is made out of something durable given the few electroshocks.
I really hate my new life. Me going crazy in this cage/prison and the possibility of dying or getting eaten. Oh, the humanity...hold on does this phrase even work in this situation? I am not a human being so technically not? oh well, I don't even care.
With a mental sigh, I just sit there in the middle thinking, daydreaming of the time when I used to be a human. I mean was it not obvious that anyone in these situations would do the same thing as I am? Or they would do something insane like say pray to a Demon or some Evil God out there. I mean it could happen but the chance of a literal God answering you would be a slither compared to a Demon but from my knowledge Demons would want something in return so yeah.
...Huh, I was so bored out of my mind that I started to have mental recollection and theories of what would happen if anyone was to be in my situation. I pray something would happen so that I would be able to get out of this hell. I might try something like that but then what would I give as a sacrifice? Also, I do not want to be some servant to anyone unless I wholeheartedly see them and give my loyalty to them.
I then slowly but surely hear the tapping once more, also why is it that I do not hear anyone talking? I could see the mouths moving but I don't even hear a sound...except each time I get electrocuted. Maybe because of my biology, I mean I do have a small slime body.
Maybe that's it, man I guess I could only "hear" vibration since my body did feel that. Wait a second then that would mean that I am deaf?!
Once again I hate my new life...Ah, hell might as well let it out.
Mentally I begin to laugh insanely like a madman, a serial killer may be one who killed for the thrill of well killing. Actually, what do crazy people do what they do? oh well, back to going insane for me again I guess.
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